Givenchy

[Birdman]

That Rich Gang lifestyle (lifestyle)

Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers (you under-dig?)

Big money, nigga

Take the jet

L.A., hit the bity

Boolin’ in the bondo with a few bitches

And they go to trippin' (and they go to trippin')

Drankin’ that GTV, that tequila

Smokin’ them stunna blunts (the big dogs)

Nigga we never hungover (never, boy)

Poppin’ bigger numbers with my niggas

Straight B's only (straight B's only)

Shout out to my love, my blood, my team, my gang, my family, nigga, you know what we bleed (you know what we bleed)

404, 305-04 (uptown)

What’s poppin’, nigga?

B-House of Dank, put it in the air

This that YSL, Rich Gang, RHQ, YMCMB shit (you heard?)

Big B’s with a few C’s (cew C's)

PeeWee, what’s poppin’, nigga?

Bankroll Mafia

Hot Beezle, what’s brackin’, nigga?

The pussy outta line, the pussy get they head bust (get they head bust)

Ha, you dig?

B-Loc and Bentley, y’all know the business

It’s B-Slime or G5—blat!

Rest in peace, Tamara and Miss Gladys, boy

[Young Thug & Birdman]

Oh (rich gang), ayy

Oh (rich girl)

[Young Thug]

(Ayy) Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes

(What, Givenchy, Givenchy)

Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes

For sure, for sure (Givenchy)

Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes

For sure, for sure (Givenchy)

Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes

And that is for sure, it's for sure (for sure)

[Young Thug]

Tell a nigga, would you ride for a nigga, baby? (Yeah)

Would you die for a nigga, baby? Hey (would ya?)

Baby girl, would you cry for your nigga, baby?

Would you cry for your nigga, baby?

Ayy (ayy), baby girl, what you know, what you know 'bout that?

What you know 'bout that? You don’t know nothin' (uh-uh)

Baby girl, what you know 'bout that, 'bout that?

What you know 'bout that? You don't know nothin'

[Verse: Young Thug & Birdman]

She don’t know it, she don’t know it (ayy)

Work comin' in any day or later, ayy (woo)

Eat her candy, Now-and-Later, wait (wait)

I ain’t through, baby, buying acres (rich gang)

(Racks! Racks!) Almost done

Let me put something inside of your stomach (whoa)

Let me put some right up under your lungs (rich girl)

Baby, I just wanna hit like Barry Bonds (was)

I know all you wanna do is have fun (have fun)

I put my heart inside yo pocket, you can't break it (woo)

I told you, I love you to death, never dissed you, not once (ayy)

You my twin, yeah, you my twin, baby, let’s stay together (Stay)

You know you can never ditch me, baby, you know better (ayy)

You know I look at you like gold, you my future trophy (woo)

She know she got my heart, she say, do it, I jump like Tarzan (do it)

Drugs don’t stop, you know I can’t stop, wait

Baby don’t press charges, she know that I’m on the block, woo

When she pull up, she can’t go back, she gon' stop, no

She ain’t know what time it was 'til I bought her first clock (hrr)

Rolex, spend a thousand on a flock, no Wak' (wak')

And you know I’m coming back like them boys, no Shop (yeah)

Loading up a Glock

Take shots, I got Jays on a flavor-flavor watch (rich gang)

Billidybop, pull up, shootin' buckshots (top-notch)

Yeah, they watch me like a fucking cable box

Bitches wanna fuck me and they also want my top (yes)

Mama told me never give tops outside the shop (no way)

Pull up on your girl, I’m lurkin’ like a cop

Pussy nigga play, I beat them like I box

Hey, I'm the president, baby, blacker Barack ('Rack)

Thirties on the Chevy, my nigga, plus it's a box (go)

You should know me in shark shoes, sponsored by Fox

Split that money up in eight ways like I’m an octopus (ayy)

On the campus with lots of pounds, kicked out of college (what)

All I bleed is red, my nigga, but I'm not stoppin' shit (red light)

Pull up to the set, and I come and pay all my homages (hey)

Hoppin' out on Bleveland, I pour up straight out the pharmacy (hey)

Pussy nigga scared to say it, I got 'em hummin' shit (err)

Lil' bitch, you know I’m really thuggin' like Bones-N-Harmony (rich gang)

I can never (be you)

I’m an animal, you know I got stamina

If a nigga ever got robbed, bitch, I’m the manager (ayy)

And I got an African with weed over on Campbelton (ayy)

Lil' mama, don’t go, keep it stompin’, I want that cameltoe (ayy)

Pull up to the set with them sticks and have us an ammo show

Lead through the front door with that Tec, it's out the back door

Bags in this bitch, so many bags, like, where the racks go?"(woo)

[Young Thug & Birdman]

Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes (rich girl)

For real (Givenchy)

Don't act like you don't know when you know that you know

For real (Givenchy)

Even when I'm laying down, baby, I'm keepin' it tucked

For real (Ba-ka-ka)

Swear to God, when you play with just one of these bucks

You get killed

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Birdman]

Baby girl, would you ride for your nigga?

Would you ride for your nigga?

Would you die for a nigga? Hey (would you?)

Baby girl, would you cry for your nigga?

Would you die for your nigga?

Would you ride for your nigga? Hey (would you?)

Baby girl, what you know, what you know 'bout that?

What you know 'bout th-that? You don’t know nothin'

Baby girl, what you know, what you know 'bout that?

What you know 'bout that? What you know 'bout tha—

(Rich Gang)